"oh no. I'm not gonna end up looking like one of those bugs, am I?"
He gives a light, nervous chuckle. "No, but you won't look like yourself anymore. You'll be in a... previously-owned body. The ritual repairs said body and rejuvenates it, but it still won't look like you."
A clearing in the woods can be seen. An old man dressed in a worn soldier's uniform sits with slumped shoulders. He seems to be playing solitaire.
A few yards away from him is a crooked old tree barren of any sign of life. Hanging from its branches is a nosebag that shakes and shudders wildly as if something was trapped inside it and desperately trying to escape.
*A Humanoid otter dressed in 1920's clothing and a shimmering purple tie comes in through apparently nowhere*
Well this sure ain't St Louis and It isn't the Merp Pocket dimension either! It appears as if I'm caught behind the 8 ball! Well if anybody tells we where and when this is before I've gotta flip my buzzer or crack out some Chicago lightning, then that'll be just peachy. Now I'm gonna dip the bill but this ain't done.
*buys a drink*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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He gives a light, nervous chuckle. "No, but you won't look like yourself anymore. You'll be in a... previously-owned body. The ritual repairs said body and rejuvenates it, but it still won't look like you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"I don't know what that means, but you should have some resemblance to your former self due to the ritual."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"We could actually do it right now. I have the materials needed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Wherever you want. Any tavern, any place. Graveyards and mortuaries would be a nice touch, and this tavern is in fact connected to City of Balezot.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Be my guest.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
A clearing in the woods can be seen. An old man dressed in a worn soldier's uniform sits with slumped shoulders. He seems to be playing solitaire.
A few yards away from him is a crooked old tree barren of any sign of life. Hanging from its branches is a nosebag that shakes and shudders wildly as if something was trapped inside it and desperately trying to escape.
*A Humanoid otter dressed in 1920's clothing and a shimmering purple tie comes in through apparently nowhere*
Well this sure ain't St Louis and It isn't the Merp Pocket dimension either! It appears as if I'm caught behind the 8 ball! Well if anybody tells we where and when this is before I've gotta flip my buzzer or crack out some Chicago lightning, then that'll be just peachy. Now I'm gonna dip the bill but this ain't done.
*buys a drink*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose